An accident, nothing intentional, really," she said."Come on, let's go to bed. We can talk some more tomorrow. Okay?" she said. "I'm bushed." I was ti...ed too so I nodded my okay.Once upstairs I had a thought. "Amanda, don't bother wearing anything to bed. You won't need them," I said. Her look was one of frustration—no—exasperation."Honey, could we wait till tomorrow. I really am bushed," she said."No," I said. She shook her head slowly."Okay, but don't expect a lot of energy on my part. But, I. Gavin was waiting for me outside. I had completely forgotten we had tickets to go to a hockey game. I didn’t see any way to bow out.I hadn’t eaten so we had a couple of hot dogs and a couple of beers. When the game was over Gavin convinced me to go to a bar for a drink. It didn’t take much convincing. The drink became a couple, or three. Maybe it was because I was still tired, or because I hadn’t eaten enough, or the combination of the beers and the stiff drinks, but I got drunk. Not falling. Soon, I felt mom’s pussy walls tighten and soon she squirted all over my face. She orgasmed for a couple of minutes before falling limp on the bed, trying to catch her breath.My throbbing erection was waiting to get some action. I spread mom’s legs apart and mounted on her as she lay tired and unable to move. I ignored her feeble protests as I started to penetrate my hard cock into her pussy. Her cum had lubed her insides quite well and my dick went in with no resistance.“Mom, I had been. Then her third word cut through the fog.Butch.That was my fantasy name for myself. Uh, you know. Pretending I was like Elvis Presley, a handsome stud popular with the women who-who looked just like the guy in the mirror. My word, I thought, I couldn't go to the office like this! Who would understand? How could I explain to them what I couldn't explain to myself? I called in sick."No problem, Butch," responded the boss. You could actually hear the leer on his face. "If I'd left with Vyvica.